Diary of a Nigerian babe (Part 1)

Growing up for me was super chill. Based on the environment in which i grew up in, i had always thought life would be a bed of roses. My parents tried their best to shield me from the harsh realities of life. So growing up, life was basically all sunshine , flowers and rainbows.

There was nothing like failure or losing or rejection. Every thing I wanted, I got it. Every boy I liked, liked me back. I had passed my GCE since Ss2, just did My waec in ss3 to fulfill all righteousness.  Life couldn't get any better. My self esteem and confidence never took a single hit. I was one of the best students in my set. I was in a good shape mentally.  I felt like I was on top of the world and could achieve anything i put mind to.
 

Reality hit me first when i tried to gain admission into Unilag. Ha ha ha, unilag was like 'come and enter without knowing maths let me see you na'. Maths was my worst nightmare in school. I somehow barely managed to survive not failing maths in high school. Sometimes I failed woefully. Unilag put plenty of maths for me in post utme that my brain started over heating. English and other art sujects were my forte but somehow they decided to fill my questions with maths. Oh well, to not much of my surprise, even with a good score in Jamb, i wrote jamb again and sat for post Utme for another year. But I didn't still really know what it felt like to lose because my dad had already even started looking for a private uni to take me to incase my name didn't appear on the Unliag's admission list again. But of course after pulling some few strings and calling some of his friends in high places in Unilag he had a few friends he called in unilag and I was able to make it to the 2nd batch. Lol. I still didn't know anything about this life or what was coming my way ha ha ha....

(To be cont'd).